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The Chronicles Of Mummy Liew
. . . . .When silliness overthrows routine. . . . .


Thursday, September 7, 2006


of working and working and working. Sometimes I just felt like giving up and not give a damn at all. I mean, work so hard for what? Just to get 3 meals on the table? To be satisfied in life? To fufill materialistic needs?

I'm sure people who are damn satisfied with their job and salary will think that working itself is not a chore, but something that you have passion for and will relish every moment of.

PUI!

So after complaining, what do I do? Or rather, what can i do? Grumble, buy TOTO (or 4D, depending on what day it is)and go to work as usual lar....


My Workdesk now....



Look better than the sparse version one blog ago right?

Ok, got to go home already and visit Lincoln. Can't wait to get our new flat soon so i can be nearer to him every day and night. I missed him to bits, though now I rarely have the time to think of him...too loaded up with work already. Didn't even have time to eat the dessert Sandra bought for me this morning. Yup, looks like I have to throw away the 8-hr old tao suan.

-_-

Brain freezed @
7:01 PM